papernpen | Sherlock Fic: Barely Scratched the Surface

Title: Barely Scratched the Surface
Author: papernpen
Rating: PG, just to be safe.
Relationships: Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: Not mine. Credit goes to Arthur Conan Doyle for dreaming them up in the first place and the BBC and Moffat and co. for dressing them up and sending them out to play in the twenty-first century.
Summary: Very short little ficlet. A moment from the end of 'The Blind Banker.'

‘You mind, don’t you?’

Of course I mind. She’ll be here, poking her nose in, asking stupid questions, even if occasionally they’re the right ones: more luck than judgement. She’ll be on the sofa, in the chair, at the table. Looking at things, touching things: moving things. She’ll be ‘making conversation’, or rather trying to, don’t expect me to ‘chat’ to her, I have work to do. Before you know it she’s in our lives, in your life and then all of a sudden you’re not in mine.

Oh. Oh, hell.

Has he noticed, has he realised? God forbid, has he worked it out? Of course I mind, John, you idiot! I mind, I mind, I MIND!

‘What?’

‘She escaped. General Shan. Not enough that we got her two henchmen.’

Oh. Of course he hasn’t.

‘It must be a vast network, John. Thousands of operatives.’ Straighten the paper. Do not look at him. ‘You and I – we barely scratched the surface.’

‘You cracked the code though, Sherlock.’

Yes. But you haven’t. Pity.